Bia' Bia' Check In (Explicit)

Ay yo check this out supreme figga n***a Big Kap

Rockin' with Lil' Jon Eastside Boyz Chyna Whyte Ludacris n***a $hort Dogg

Ay tell them n***as what's up though

If you scared get the f**k out the club n***a

Bia Bia Get 'em up get 'em up

Why you actin' like a like a Push 'em off push 'em off

Bia Bia Get 'em up get 'em up

Why you fussin' like a like a Push 'em off push 'em off

Bia Bia Get 'em up get 'em up

Why you lookin' like a like a Push 'em off push 'em off

Bia Bia Get 'me up get 'em up

Why you frontin' like a like a Push 'em off push 'em off

REPEAT

Well get 'em up Get 'em up

Put 'em up Put 'em up

Stop actin' like a b***h and get yo hands up

Well get 'em up Get 'em up

Put 'em up Put 'em up

Stop actin' like a b***h and get yo hands up

Well where you from n***a Where you from

Where you from n***a Where you from

God dammit motherf**ka where you from Where you from

Well where you from n***a Where you from

Where you from n***a Where you from

God dammit motherf**ka where you from Where you from

Well represent yo s**t represent yo s**t

Say f**k that clique say f**k that clique

Represent yo s**t represent yo s**t

Say f**k that clique say f**k that clique

Well you scared You scared

You scared You scared

Stop actin' like a b***h you scared You scared

You scared You scared

You scared You scared

Stop actin' like a b***h you scared You scared

Chyna Whyte don't suck no d**ks or lick no nuts

B***h I hit licks and flip bricks

Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me

What you know about that No Doze and coffee

No sleep I 'm lookin' 40

With three bricks in a 740

B***h I ain't got time to party

I'm breakin' bread with Dominican n***as

Over a hot Benigan's dinner

Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter

Chrome it out and then fit it with timber that's wood grain

What you ain't know this a hood thang

All my thugs let ya wood swang

B***hes make ya a*s clap

I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI

Catch me drivin' DUI

Look cause I don't give a f**k n***a I'm livin' or die

Who on this track f**kin' with me y'all is willin' to try

Chyna Whyte the thug b***h with no feelin's inside

Motherf**ka

Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'

It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road

The block is sold

Clear then I shot the globe

I clock the h*es lock do's and drop the bows

I rock the shows

Pop lock and knock yo nose

You Bia Bia I grab my 44 and mob the flo'

I mop and glow

The Feds tryin' to stop my dough

They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow

I bring the pain

Cock back and swing the thang

Yo girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang

And then I told her I said it's cool get at me

And then my voice got raaasty

Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed

I was in the zone coulda thrown up them tre's

And if you lost Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways

So stop actin' like a Bia if yo a*s ain't blaze

B***h n***as in the house tell me what's up

A n***a slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up

Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim

Shorty tried to stick 'em told the pit bull to sick 'em

I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out

Punched him in his chin and then he passed out

Woke up with his pockets turned inside out

Always hit them weak motherf**kaz right in they mouth

You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' s**t

Cause n***as will run up in yo a*s like you a nasty b***h

You little b***h that's what the callin' you

You'd be a d**n fool to act like you ballin' dude

Mindin' yo business they grabbed you by yo collar

You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler

But since you can't run you might as well fight

Quit actin' like a b***h and live a real life

You just a Bia Bia